Because we all need hope.

A brighter world tomorrow
Than the one we have today
And sharpest grief and sorrow
Have somehow flown away.

The dying of the sunset
And dawning of the night
Cause fire in our gullet
As we begin what’s right.

But labor is not over
The work shall ever be
The heather and the clover
Will sing to you and me.

For the world is ours aborning
With dreams and toils, too.
And the day that comes with morning
Sha uplift me and you.

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